Will I
I open the door and toss in more
stuff that no longer fits
just when the dust had started to settle
I sneeze from what it lifts
I held on too long to way too much
I thought it might be needed
most of the cuts and those deep bruises
look like they may start healing
I close the door and turn the lock
I say it's time to forget
on the floor staring up at me
is your smiling photograph
one last time I look at it
before I can think twice
a single tear slips down my cheek
the saline burning my eyes
will I ever be strong enough?
will this heartache cease?
will what you left ever go away?
it keeps getting the best of me
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